girl feel free to marry me

feel free to adjust sentences to make it fit your muse better!

  • ❛ I never told you, but I was married once before. ❜
  • ❛ It was just a drunken Vegas thing. ❜
  • ❛ What’s her name and social security number? ❜
  • ❛ No, you’re not gonna kill her. ❜
  • ❛ If you don’t like them we can take them back. ❜
  • ❛ Happy endings are just stories that haven’t finished yet. ❜
  • ❛ The new curtains are hideous. ❜
  • ❛ Your aim’s as bad as your cooking sweetheart… and that’s saying something! ❜
  • ❛ Wait, why do I get the girl gun? ❜
  • ❛ You gotta take this bitch out! ❜
  • ❛ Don’t tell me how to handle my wife. ❜
  • ❛ It was just my cover, sweetheart. ❜
  • ❛ My parents died when I was five. I’m an orphan. ❜
  • ❛ That’s the second time you’ve tried to kill me today. ❜
  • ❛ Oh, come on, it was just a little bomb. ❜
  • ❛ Ask us the sex question. ❜
  • ❛ Still alive, baby? ❜
  • ❛ You obviously want me dead, and I’m less and less concerned for your well-being. ❜
  • ❛ Hey baby. I didn’t hear you downstairs. ❜
  • ❛ These fuckers get younger every year. ❜
  • ❛ I can’t believe I brought my real parents to our wedding. ❜
  • ❛ I guess that’s what happens in the end, you start thinking about the beginning. ❜
  • ❛ Chicken shit! ❜
  • ❛ Pussy! ❜
  • ❛ Come to Daddy. ❜
  • ❛ Who’s your Daddy now? ❜
  • ❛ Tell me you got smart and that you killed that lying bitch. ❜
  • ❛ Come on, let’s talk about this! You don’t want to go to bed angry! ❜
  • ❛ I thought I told you not to bother me at the office, honey. ❜
  • ❛ You burn the picture after you get the assignment! It’s the first thing you learn! ❜
  • ❛ Oh, I must have missed that day. Just like you missed the one about not marrying the enemy. ❜
  • ❛ Option A: You talk, we listen, no pain. ❜
  • ❛ Option B: You don’t talk, I remove your thumbs with my pliers, it will hurt. ❜
  • ❛ Option C: I like to vary the details a bit but the punchline is… you die. ❜
  • ❛ You saying you had your ass handed to you by some girl? ❜
  • ❛ There’s this huge space between us, and it just keeps filling up with everything that we don’t say to each other. What’s that called?  ❜
  • ❛ I have a theory, newly developed. ❜
  • ❛ I think you killed us. ❜
  • ❛ Why do you care? I was just a cover. ❜
  • ❛ It’s called evasive driving, sweetheart! ❜
  • ❛ I never went to MIT. Notre Dame. Art history major. ❜
  • ❛ Maybe it’s not such a good idea to undermine me in front of the hostage — sends a mixed message. ❜
  • ❛ Baby, you couldn’t find the button with both hands and a map. ❜
  • ❛ you really expect me to roll over and play dead? ❜
  • ❛ Well, you should be used to it after five years of marriage. ❜
  • ❛ We should so not be allowed to buy these. ❜
  • ❛ Tempting but I don’t get out of bed for less than half a million dollars. ❜
  • ❛ We’re going to have to re-do every conversation we’ve ever had. ❜
  • ❛ Have you been selling big guns to bad people? ❜
Phan in Songs
  • 2009: I Think I'm In Love, Paparazzi, Can't Help Falling In Love, Skin, Blank Space, Love Story
  • 2010-2011: Arms, Youth, Teenage Dream, Iris, Talk Me Down, Just The Way You Are
  • 2012: True Love, Hello, Say Something, Better In Time, Wrecking Ball, Stitches, Fools, Love The Way You Lie, Impossible, Wildest Dreams, I Knew You Were Trouble, Talking To The Moon, Skinny Love
  • 2013: Sad Song, Up, Little Did You Know, We Found Love, Lay Me Down, Kids Aren't Alright, Count On Me, When We Were Young
  • 2014-2015: Jealous, Friends, Steal My Girl, Secret Love Song, Unconditionally, Like I'm Gonna Lose You, Drunk In Love
  • 2016: Seven Years, Say You Won't Let Go, For Him, I Was Here, Photograph, How Long Will I Love You, Mine, Hold My Hand
  • 2017 *so far*: Marry You, Yuri On Ice (Single), Young And Beautiful, Turning Page, Thousand Years, Dear Future Husband, All Of Me, Thinking Out Loud
The Confession of a Reluctant King

In celebration of the month of February being dedicated to the beautiful, darling crown prince and king of Adarlan, Dorian Havilliard, I have written a confessional piece for him, looking back on his life from his own point of view.

I hope you all like it. Feedback is greatly appreciated.

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I don’t know if ever truly deserved love. I think my father had a lot to do with that. I never saw him show affection to my mother, never mind myself or my brother. We were just…there; a Queen, an heir, and a spare.

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So, I’m constantly flustered when it comes to picking a movie or finding something that interests me. Shout out to everyone who feelz & here is a list of movies I think everyone should watch (feel free to add on, I def didn’t cover everything): 

-The Butterfly Affect

-The Pianist

-Just Married

-Fight club

-The curious case of Benjamin Button

-Slumdog millionaire

- Immortal Beloved 

-Pulp fiction

-Pretty in pink

-Meet the Robinson’s 

-All disney movies

-All pixar movies

-Woman in gold

-Donnie Darko

-Stand by me


-Girl, interrupted 

-P.S I love you

-The Babadook 

-The Skeleton Key 

-Anything directed by Wes Anderson 


-Kill your Darlings

-On the road 

-I am legend

-Sixth sense 

-American Psycho


-Yves Saint Laurent 

-Blue is the warmest color 

-Prozac nation

-Across the universe

-Moulin Rouge 

-The breakfast club

-Memoirs of a Geisha 

-The virgin suicides

-Anything directed by Tim Burton

-Mary & Max 


-Clockwork orange


-The Black Swan

-The Goonies 

-American Beauty



-Charlie Countrymen

-Sherlock Holmes 

-The Eternal Sunshine of a Spotless Mind

-Almost Famous

-The Wolf on Wall Street

-American Gangster 

-The new and old Batman trilogy 

-Obviously Harry Potter

-Silver Linings 

-The Descendants 


-Shutter Island

-Into the Wild 

-Inglorious Bastards 


-Requiem for a dream


-Grease 1 & 2

-Good Will Hunting 

-Blue Valentine 

-One day

-Big Fish

-Breakfast at Tiffany’s 

-Anything Woody Allen has produced 

-Back to the Future

-The Star Wars Trilogy 

-Space Balls

-Pineapple Express

-Pan’s Labyrinth 

-Ferris Bueller’s Day Off

-The Help

-Kick Ass

-It’s kind of a funny story

-Ask me anything

-Napoleon Dynamite 

-He’s just not that into you

-Ice Age

-Remember Me

-The Graduate

-Kramer vs Kramer

-Water for elephants

-The Big Lebowski

-Kill Bill (both volumes)

-Hotel Rwanda 

-Dirty Dancing

-Cast Away


-I, Robot

-The bucket list

-Ace Ventura: Pet Detective 


-(500) Days of Summer

-City of God

-It’s such a beautiful day

-I am Sam

-Pay it forward

-The Kings of Summer

-The Blues Brothers

-The Boy in Stripped Pajamas

-Midnight in Paris

-How to Steal a Million

-The Great Gatsby


-Men in Black

-White Girls

-Dazed and Confused 

-Iron Man


-American History X

-Frances Ha

-Dead Poet Society 

-Spirited Away


Choose me.

I’ll sit with you on the bathroom floor until the thoughts in your head decide to sleep.

Choose me.

I’ll run around and chase you in the kitchen until our legs are too tired to carry us.

Choose me.

I’ll hold you while you sleep and pull you closer the more you toss and turn.

Choose me.

I’ll slow dance with you in our bedroom and it will feel like time stops.

Choose me.

I’ll make the world not seem so lonely.

Choose me.

I can be everything for you if you allow it.

Choose me.

—  love me

anonymous asked:

i loved marry me so much i know fem ships dont get as much notes but would you write more peggy? or another girl?

Thank you, it makes me so happy to hear that you liked that one! The notes don’t bother me at all, I had a lot of fun writing for Peggy and I’d definitely do it again!

C: All my life I was trained to believe that being a “good girl” and waiting to have sex would make me wife material. However, I’m starting to notice that the women who are more sexually experienced and “free” are in relationships and getting married. Meanwhile, my celibate friends and I are discussing our singleness and trying to convince ourselves that we are happy. I am not happy. I feel like I’ve been lied to.

Sugar Baby Movie Picks

 In case you’re bored on a night in, just a few suggestions for great movies that’ll get you inspired for the hustle.

- Casino (1995)- Absolutely brilliant movie, one of the greats. One of the main characters, Ginger, is a ‘working girl’ who marries the main character, a casino boss. That scene where he gives her all the jewellery…ugh.

- Wolf of Wall Street (2013)- For obvious reasons. If you haven’t seen it already, get on it!

- Pretty Woman (1990)- Needs no introduction. A must watch.

- Goodfellas (1990)- True, a lot of it’s about gangsters, but Karen and Henry’s relationship always inspires me to marry rich (or into a criminal gang).

- Moulin Rogue (2001)- Nicole Kidman is stunning and it’s so funny/sad.

- Chicago (2002)- Badass ladies murdering their scumbag boyfriends. Need I say more?

PS I know it’s not a movie, but if you haven’t watched Secret Diary of a Call-Girl yet, you really should.

 Feel free to add your own suggestions below, ladies x

Hollywood U Statistics

Exactly 98.7% of the fandom struggles with affording Hollywood U’s expenses.

Exactly 65.3% of the fandom is bitter about the lack of female/POC dates.

Exactly 50% of the fandom wants Hunt in their bed.

Exactly 103.6% of the fandom thinks I’m a cutie.

Exactly 90% of Hunt’s free time is spent on him trying to hide his romantic feelings.

Exactly 201% of Bianca, Jenni, and Lance’s free time is spent on looking through a telescope at the MC, shaking their fists, and muttering, “Revenge.”

Exactly 74% of Lisa’s texts come from her mom (even though she blocked her).

Exactly 37% of Dean’s desires involve seeing Shae in an oversized sweater.

Exactly 15% of Ethan’s thinking process involves his 15%.

Exactly 137% of Ratzik’s time is spent spying on young girls in their dorms (sicko).

Exactly 543.1% of Luke’s life involves the heartwrenching story of bro. “Marry me, bro.” “-chokes- Bro…” “You may now fist-bump the bro.” “-decides to rebel and chest-bumps instead-”

Exactly 0% Crash’s time is spent on the ground.

Exactly 100% accurate are these statistics.

for @thebyrchentwigges who gave me the prompt ‘waiting’ for capable/angharad, i hope it makes sense haha ty!!! 

Capable knows very well she might have been called Patience. It is not her mother who names her, but a boy with grease-paint fingers and an easy smile. He might be her brother. She thinks of him as such, even though there is no telling if they come from the same people. He names her Capable on her two thousandth day, or thereabouts, as is the custom among Buzzards. He names her Capable because she can tie a tight knot and braid the babies hair back well enough that it won’t untangle for a time. If she’d been named Patience it would be because she waits to eat last and tucks everyone in bed before she sleeps, even though she’s still a kid herself. Patience because she listens to stories and doesn’t interrupt because she knows the importance is in the telling when so few people know them. 

She remembers it because it splits her in two, when she is named, and there must be a girl called Patience, living out a different life than hers. 

“I’m called Patience,” she tells Immortan Joe, on what they call their wedding night. She doesn’t feel bad, giving him another girls name, and he doesn’t care either.

“I’m called Capable,” she tells Angharad, because Angharad is hard gold, white scars, clear beauty. “He doesn’t know me.” 

“He calls me Splendid,” Angharad laughs, “he doesn’t know me either.” 

It’s not a place for love, the vault, but they fall in love anyway. They lie in pools of water. Capable thinks of Patience, some other red-headed girl married to a monster. Capable thinks of Splendid, shackled in the same way. But she and Angharad feel sometimes free, for whole minutes at a time, touching in a way that isn’t forced of them. 

They get new sisters, new loves, new anger. Angharad screams for hours some nights, until her throat is bleeding. Capable cries for days sometimes, until her eyes are swollen shut. Dag tattoos her hands in code, secret words, her sisters names. Toast builds things and then breaks them. Cheedo hates and loves and sulks in equal measure. Miss Giddy keeps them quiet. 

“You’ll get out,” the old woman tells her one night, “you’ve put a flame to Angharad’s heels, bright as your hair.” 

“We are not things,” sighs Capable, “she had that before I was here.”

Furiosa makes their anger into something real, something tangible, something hopeful. 

“I really was almost called Patience,” she tells Angharad, lying with her on their shared bed, holding her hand, their legs entwined. It’s their last night in the vault, or their last night alive. 

“No,” laughs Angharad, “you’re not that. It took you no time to kiss me.” 

“Only you though,” says Capable, kissing her again. 

Before they leave, Angharad braids Capable’s hair. It’s messily done, much worse than Capable would have done herself, but it doesn’t matter. It’s for Angharad’s hands, carding through her hair, pulling it apart and then binding it back together. It’s for Angharad’s voice, the way she hums as she does it. It’s for Angharad’s breath, tickling Capable’s ear. It’s for Angharad’s lips, brushing against her throat so softly she can claim an accident even though it’s not. It’s for the contact, before they’re bundled into the dark of the rig and taken down the arrow-straight fury road. 

Angharad falls and Capable thinks, oh, but that’s just Splendid, and then she thinks oh, but that’s my whole world, and then she stops thinking altogether. 

They find a war boy and Capable touches him because she’s aching. They find a green place and Capable holds Furiosa up because she’s aching. They go back to the citadel and Capable falls in with the former milking mothers, because she’s aching. 

“If I were called Patience,” Capable tells Dag one day, later, brushing her hands across the herbs she’s growing, “she might have come back.” 

“Patience doesn’t bring back the dead any more than being capable does,” says Dag, shrugging her baby up higher in her arms. Another Angharad. “You should talk to Furiosa’s fool about that.” 

Capable doesn’t talk to Max, he’s gone more often than he’s there, but she knows that Dag is right. There are things no one can wait for, that no amount of patience will take the sting out of. She’s nowhere close to feeling like that’s okay, but she knows. 

In the vault, where she and Angharad had shared a bed, braided their hair, kissed and kissed and touched and touched, Capable plants a wild looking rose. She’d asked Dag for a plant that meant goodbye or a plant that meant she was waiting and Dag had rolled her eyes and told her that daisies and deserts didn’t mix and given her a strange mauve rose instead. It grows in tangles along the vault walls and Capable sits there and grows with it. She grows and she ties knots and braids the citadel babies hair back well enough that it won’t untangle for a time. She grows and she tells stories about what it had been like before and Dag interrupts and Cheedo and Toast and sometimes even the Vuvalini too, because they know the importance in telling stories with as many voices as they can find. 

Capable is patient, but Patience was never a real girl and she doesn’t wait for Angharad anymore. She waits for babies to be born and for green things to grow and for Toast’s reservoir to be built. None of these things are easy, but Angharad is in all of them.

hey frans! i’m gelly, 28, and i live in the est. i like crocheting, jogging, and trying not to burn food when i cook. under the cut is more information on your friendly but tough english guard, flynn. some familiar, some new to better fit our new lovely plot! please feel free to tackle me with all the plots. if you have discord, you can add me @ gelly#9670

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Princess Tutu x JJBA

bet you never saw this coming, eh? There is a perfectly AMAZING explanation for this.  On twitter I couldn’t help but notice Rohan had a couple things in common with Fakir from Princess Tutu.  Like the fact that they both have green hair and can use pens to literally alter reality.  They go from antagonist to ally (tho Fakir is less of a dick later on than Rohan).  BUT THEN.  I FUCKING FOUND OUT THAT ROHAN’S JAPANESE VOICE ACTOR IS THE SAME ACTOR WHO VOICES FAKIR.  I CANNOT BELIEVE THIS SHIT.  WHAT ARE THE ODDS.

Then you have Mytho the prince who Fakir tries to manipulate and control for the first part of the series.  Rue is the girl who also tries to control Mytho and keep him for herself, but then she learns to be true to herself and tries to make up for her mistakes.  She eventually gets her happy ending and marries Mytho.  Koichi and Yukako were the obvious choices for their roles.  Please feel free to talk to me more about this AU.

The tweets in question lol:

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Happy Birthday, Dean

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Summary: Dean’s Birthday. ‘Nuff said.

Word Count: 1,182

Warnings: Fluff, Smut

Author’s Note: This is my gift to Dean on his birthday. I hope he likes it. *smirks* seriously, though. Enjoy guys!!!!!!

**Gif not mine**

I lay there staring at him, trying to memorize every freckle, every wrinkle, every ounce of perfection that was Dean Winchester.

It still baffled me how I wounded up being the lucky girl to share a bed with him. Out of all the hunters in the Life, he chose me. Though not married (at least not yet), I couldn’t help but feel elated with happiness.

But tonight wasn’t about me. It was about the man in front of me. His perfect features. His everything. There were no words to describe the utter perfection that he was, though some would beg to disagree. No matter how broken he was, Dean always held it together.

Except for when he was asleep. That was when he was most vulnerable. He let his guard down, his beautiful face free of any worry, any wrinkle. He was just breathtakingly beautiful.

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anonymous asked:

Would u like to tell us ur story ?

Ok, might be long, but I’ll stick to the highlights.

I was born in ‘79 in Salt Lake City, and moved to Spokane Washington in ‘85. My parents built our house in the country and I grew up on 20 or so acres of forested land and went fishing with my good friend often. My parents were both nurses and in the military, my dad went into the Navy to get out of going to Vietnam and my mom went into the Army for extra money. My dad was also a coroner, a person who examines dead bodies and once brought a human head in the car with us from Utah to Spokane, they told me about that about twenty years later, lol. So I guess death was around me in a subconscious way and my parents spoke about death and disease often as it was part of their jobs. As far as my childhood in general, I explained how my parents raised me like this a few months ago to a friend: they taught me a lot, they taught me to be independent and if you put me in a forest I can survive, that was the way they were and I know they both had issues they struggled with and still do today as my dad has Parkinson’s and my mom is still anxious a lot.

I have one older brother, Eric, I always felt he wanted to be close to me, but we are just two very different people and sometimes I felt he wasn’t that kind to me and that has led me to not talk to him these days, not that I’m mad at him, just done I guess. He is very smart and is very loyal and stubborn with a sprinkle of narcism and maybe I just need space from that right now.

I played sports when I was younger, soccer, baseball and hockey mostly. Soccer was really my sport, I played up until high school and enjoyed it and the guys I played with a lot.

Music has also been a big part of my life and I play guitar and have played in a few bands and really enjoyed that. I moved to Seattle with my good friend who sang and we played and that didn’t really go anywhere and after a year in the Seattle area, I moved back to Spokane.

Mental illness has been in my life for quite a while, since high school I guess, I think Inshrugged it off mostly and in the ‘90s it was “cool” to be depressed or have issues and most of the guys I idealized, Eddie Vedder, Art Alexakis, Scott Weiland and many others all had and have mental issues and I think looking up to them was a way to avoid or suppress mine. My issues came to a head when I moved out of my parent’s house and in with some friends, I was going to college at the time and during a class I got really light-headed and passed out. After that a feeling that I had been having on and off became permanent, this is what I later came to find out was called depersonalization. Through trying to find a cure for this odd and horrible feeling that never left me I tried many many things and saw a half dozen doctors with no real help. During this time, I tried and took many supplements and even fasted for 15 days. I was on a few medications as well with no help, only side effects and so I quite them. It got pretty bad and suicide was definitely an option at times, but not attempts were ever made. My will to push forward was strong and I kept looking and digging for anything that could remotely effect this feeling of detachment. At this time I began to meditate and practice mindfulness, I also came across binaural beats and those saved me on many occasions. During this time I read quite a bit as well, Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance was first the first book and I kept going and going, the Power of Now came into my life and that book amongst a few others, The Tao Te Ching, changed a lot for me. After six or seven years of practicing mindfulness and meditation on and off as well as reading daily, I began to get a warm calm feeling in my heart/chest and didn’t really pay much attention to it at first because it didn’t touch my detachment, but after a while with this feeling coming to me I began to write and I wrote and wrote for about two years and most of it wasn’t any good, but it helped and that’s when I decided to start this blog. I wanted to help others and writing was very cathartic for me so it just worked. I’ve been doing this blog for about five years now and I’ve picked up other practices during that time, most notably surrender. A death-bed surrender that came from not being able to, by any means I tried push away my detachment and depersonalization mental state. That surrender led me to many realizations and understandings about my life and about life/awareness/consciousness in general. This is still a practice I do and get pushed to at times and that surrender has led me to change my relationship with my depersonalization. I clearly see it now as a part of me that was created unknowingly or unconsciously by me to protect me. It simply protects me because I’m not able to.

Along with dp and detachment I’ve had panic attacks, depression and anxiety. I only recently realized that I’ve been depressed since I was a teenager and thought it was only anxiety I was dealing with, but the depression was there all along and the anxiety was small in comparison. In the midst of one of the many panic attacks I realized that the panic stemmed from extreme unresolved frustration. That frustration had turned into a very real demon inside me, but after really seeing that I came to see that it was also a protective measure for me, like the dp and I began to change my relationship to it too. This led me to other realizations about mental-emotional pain and Life.

That’s about it, I’ve also been married for 5 and a half years to my lovely wife and we have two amazing girls (1 and 3).

Anything else anyone wants to know, feel free to ask, I’m pretty open.

Much Love guys and happy holidays.


So I was thinking about Bacchus and Minerva the other day, and it hit me.  I’m…  85% certain that in Roman mythology, they are half-siblings (like 95% sure that their counterparts are in Greek mythology).  And, hey, look at Bacchus.  There’s definitely a physical resemblance between him and Jiemma.

So, I was thinking about a what-if.  What if they’re half siblings, with the same father.  And Bacchus’ mother is the woman Jiemma loved, but Minerva’s is the one he was forced to marry (because legit headcanoning that Jiemma’s father was an even bigger bastard than he was).  And that’s why he hates Minerva (well, beyond the fact that she’s a girl, and weaker than he wanted), because she reminds him of the woman he never wanted.

And Bacchus could leave, be free, because he was never the legitimate child.

God, them as siblings (and there are too many signs towards it I swear) gives me such feels.

Love at the Start - Chapter 22 (New!)

Here’s the latest chapter of my fanfic, “Love at the Start.”  As always, you can catch up on the previous chapters at AO3 or, as well as the archive posts I’m currently running here on Tumblr.  Enjoy!

Chapter 22: What’s in a Name?

Two days had passed since Claire gave birth to the twins. Jamie was still reeling from the whole experience. It hadn’t really sunk in yet. He was really a father now, and not just to one babe but two! He reposed next to Claire in their big bed watching her sleep. One daughter was nursing, curled next to her mother. The other baby was sleeping on his broad chest, his hand gently smoothing over the tiny back. He couldn’t think of anything better than this moment. His whole world was contained there - Claire and the bairns were everything to him.

He watched the wee lass at her mother’s breast, her mouth going lax as she drifted off to sleep. He thought to pick her up, but didn’t want to disturb this idyllic scene. Real life would invade their cozy little world soon enough and he wanted to cherish every moment he had with his family.

All his dreams had come true. He had a beautiful, loving wife who thrilled him to the core. Now he had children, the image of him and Claire, their progeny, and their future. He had a home full of love and the reassuring presence of Jenny, Ian and their brood. Now, they had Fergus too.

In the chaos that had followed the twins’ birth, they had not had the chance to discuss what happened in Paris. He and Murtaugh had just barely made it back in time for Jamie to see the birth of his girls. With Claire’s knowledge of the future, they had talked to all the right people in all the right places and, in the end, it had all worked out for the best. They would all talk about it in due time, but at the moment, nothing mattered but his family.

He heard a soft rustle next to him. Claire was awake and looking at him, smiling sweetly.

“You two look very sweet, Jamie,” she said, seeing the tiny little girl still fast asleep on his bare chest.

He smiled back. “And ye two as well, Sassenach,” looking down at the babe lying next to her. Claire looked down and stroked the tiny belly.

“It is a wonder, isn’t it?” Jamie said.

She didn’t have to ask what he meant. “Yes, it is, Jamie. I would have never imagined that my life would be so…full.” Seeing his reaction, she began to giggle.

“Full is it? Weel, I canna argue that. Certainly the bairns coming as they did…” Jamie began.

“Well, yes, they certainly have changed our lives, but it’s not just that,” she paused for a moment, trying to find the words. “Jamie, my existence *before* was fine, but when I met you, it was as if I had come alive for the first time. I was no longer just existing. I was living and loving with passion for the first time in my life. That is a huge gift. Then, when you married me, my joy multiplied.”

He reached towards her, smiling, and touched her cheek with his free hand.

“And mine as well, Sassenach.”

She continued, “Never would I have dreamed that such joy was possible - certainly not *before* - but now, with you and our our beautiful girls, I feel like I am bursting with it.” She placed her hand over his, gently stroking the back of it with her thumb.

They smiled lovingly at each other, then heard a small sound coming from the vicinity of the bed. The red-headed lass was waking from her nap. Her tiny hands stretched out and her eyes came open in pools of deep blue.

“We must name them,” Jamie said, looking down at the baby.

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Jonghyun Theory

Jonghyun Theory

Now on to Jonghyun’s theory, like in Key’s theory this could be so far from truth it’s ridiculous, but it’s just a theory. By the way, if anyone wants to use these to write a jongkey fanfic, please feel free and let me know so I can read it!

In an interview Jonghyun said if he could go back in time he’d like to ask his mother the reasons she fell for his father and that he hopes to meet a girl like that.

I think it’s so unusual for a boy to ask his mother this, usually boys would ask their father. But it does make more sense if you think Jonghyun is gay that he would relate more to his mother’s answer.  I also think if his parents were still together and happily married why would he even have to ask? He would be able to see this for himself.  I think the reason he wants to know is not only because his parents are no longer together but also that the father he knows is not the same person his mother fell in love with.

In Jonghyun’s Story he said it starts with the man and woman breaking up.  A lot of people take this to be his story of one of his past relationships, but I have a feeling it is really his parent’s story.

At some point after being born his father changed and Jonghyun is the reason.  This is why Jonghyun is asking the question, he wants to know the person his father was before.

As a child, I feel like Jonghyun discovered his sexual preference earlier than Key, before he was a teenager for sure.  He spent all his time with his sister, they listened to music together and fangirled over boy groups together.  When she would share her bias, he would share his as well.  I think he told her first that he liked boys and asked her if it was wrong and she assured him that it wasn’t wrong, just different.  I think this is why Jonghyun is such a devoted brother, because his sister has given him unconditional love and he values it so much, he would be lost without her support.  He doesn’t keep any secrets from her because he doesn’t have to, she will love him no matter what.  

Jonghyun’s father, on the other hand, was the opposite.  This partial quote from blue night I think expresses a lot of flaws Jonghyun saw in himself because of his father constantly pointing them out:

“when i was young i felt inferior when adults talked about flaws. only having double eyelids on one of my eyes, being a left hander, having two hair whorls, actions and tone which felt a little feminine, ab blood type.”

His father berated him for everything he did, even things that were beyond his control.  Jonghyun tried very hard to make his father happy, he learned to suppress his effeminate behaviors that would upset his father.  I sometimes wonder if Jonghyun’s father hit him or made attempts to hurt him physically to toughen him up, though I really hope not.  Even though Jonghyun tried to behave the way his father wanted, he realized none of it was ever good enough and he eventually gave up trying.  He decided that the only thing that would make his father happy would be to just leave.  He also thought it would be better for his mom and sister as well, they wouldn’t have to live with Jonghyun and his father constant fighting.  So Jonghyun got into SM, it was a way for him to pursue his dream of course but it also a way to escape from his father.  

Jonghyun leaving didn’t make his father happy, he was just a miserable person and it seemed like nothing would change that.  I think Jonghyun’s mother was very divided between loving and supporting her son, but also trying to keep her husband happy and their family together.  Eventually it came to a point where she gave him a choice, he either needed to accept their son or leave.  So his father left and I think this around the time Jonghyun moved back home from the dorms.  He went back home to take care of his family.

Jonghyun carries a lot of hurt with him, he blames himself for his father leaving and breaking up their family unit.  But I think Key and songwriting have really been helping him work through his feelings and he seems happier in general.  If you watch videos of when SHINee and Jonghyun last won awards, I was honestly expecting him to cry because he usual does especially the award for his solo album, but he didn’t.  He seems just overall happier to me.

anonymous asked:

NIKOLINA “i don’t want to go alone to my ex’s wedding and our mutual friend said you’re free that night” au

“Alina Starkov.” Nikolai smiles broadly over a vague feeling of concern at the scowling shape on his doorstep. He leans against the frame easily, crossing his arms over his chest. “To what do I owe the, ah, pleasure?

Her chin juts out, and for a moment she looks everywhere except him. Which is fine by Nikolai. He has the disquieting thought that she never looks so good as when she’s annoyed at something.

There is a reason, he reminds himself, that you did not go down that road.

“I need a partner,” she says finally.

“I’m afraid I’ve left my bank robbing days behind me.”

“Is everything a joke to you?”

“If I didn’t laugh, I’d cry,” he agreed cheerily, and not entirely dishonest.

She snorts despite herself, and for a second everything feels back to normal. He could ask her out to dinner, and she’d roll her eyes at him, but still say yes. Trying to convince this girl to fall in love with him had been one of the most gratifying challenges in his life.

“Mal’s getting married,” she says finally. Everything abruptly seems slightly less funny.

“I got the invite.”

“Tolya said you were free.”

“I didn’t realise Tolya had taken up a job as my calendar.”


“I’m sure he’s invited as well, why not go with him?”


His jaw clenches. He doesn’t mean it to, but it happens anyway. The temptation to just shut the door on her is - well, tempting. His eyes scrape over her face, the strain pulling the corners of her mouth down in defiance of the stubborn tilt to her chin. He wonders what it took to bring her here to answer this, and hears her voice in his head again. Mal’s getting married.

“I suppose,” he says casually, callously, “that going with Tolya wouldn’t be nearly as much of a ‘fuck you’ to your ex.”

“You know what, this was a ridiculous idea.” She steps away from the door, away from him. “Maybe I will ask Tolya. Maybe I just won’t go.”

They both know she’s lying. Mal and Alina might have ended in the explosive, agonising sort of way usually only seen on soap operas, but even Nikolai knows that the real and genuine affection between them runs deeper than any romance. That they’d both spend the rest of their lives regretting it if Mal started off this new chapter of his life without her.

It’s a messy thing, Nikolai muses. Becoming an adult. Not that it hadn’t been messy when they were teenagers, but even things that lasted forever back then could change in a week. Everything else feels so much more permanent now.

“Wait,” he sighs, because he might be a CEO and a wealthy man, but he always seems to be one step behind Alina Starkov. “I’ll come. On one condition.”

She pauses, looking like someone waiting for her executioner. “Condition?”

“You let me buy your dress.”

The pause stretches on into a silence, before a faint laugh breaks through the cage of her mouth. It blossoms into something louder, and he shakes his head as he pulls her into a hug, gently stroking the waves of her hair.

She hugs him back, or maybe clings, fingers winding into the fabric of his shirt. He considers idly who’s getting the pointy end of this fuck you of hers - him, or Mal.